Why is it?   Everytime I get a sense of freedom   A war breaks out   Why is it?   Everytime I get to the solid ground   it all gives out      Wrestled with the universe   'til I got a bad knee   Tumbled in the dark   for a reason to see   Cradled by love and I felt so empty   Giving all I got   So I won't get tied down      There are spaces left to fly   There are better reasons to cry   There are spaces left to fly   There are better reasons to die      Why is it?   When we finally get the answer   we doubt   Why is it?   just before the shore we often drown   just before the silence we get loud      Wrestled with the universe   'til I got a bad knee   Tumbled in the dark   for reasons to see   Cradled by love and I felt so empty   Close the curtain while it's going good   so we can take a bow      There are spaces left to fly   Better reasons to cry   There are spaces left to fly   Better reasons to die      Tell me you will never lose your reason   to breathe   Tell me you will always see the black   under the green   Tell me you will always move me   Tell me you will always be awake   In the spaces left to fly